Well, here is the story of how a weird, outcasted "emo" kid, if you will, became a werewolf. I don't regret it, but I mean, it changed my life, it changed my perspective, it changed...well...me.
First of all let me say my name, I have two, one for the wolf pack, another for the human world. My human name is Skylar, and my wolf name, well you'll find that out later. Anyways, enough rambling on, here's my story.
"Skylar!" My best friend Kiki called at me from across the hall. I turned around and yelled "Boo you whore!" That was our little inside joke and it confused people, but whatever. Me and Kiki have always been best friends, I trust her with anything and everything, and she means a lot to me. I get bullied a lot, I'm suicidal, and I have scars all over my arms. I'm a freak, and I've accepted that by now, and so has everyone else...except Kiki. Kiki is, honestly, amazing. I've um, I've kind of liked her for a while. I doubt someone like her would be with me. She's beautiful, she's stunning and I'm proud to call her my best friend. I walked towards her and we walked into class. Another boring math class with Mrs. Vale.
Five minutes into the class, I started getting teased. The jocks, again. Their stronger than me and fitter than me and they call me girly because of my long black hair that brushes past my eyes and my skinny figure. "Hey freak!" They called. I ignored them, and continued working. Kiki patted me on the back and whispered "Don't mind those idiots, Sky." I whispered back "I know but it hurts me a lot sometimes." Class went on and finished, and the final school bell rang. I headed home and took my normal route through the woods to enjoy the fresh autumn air, until something stopped me. A large black shape, almost humanoid like, but it resembled a large dog. I froze, and tilted my head not making any sudden movements and made eye contact with it's red, bloodshot eyes.
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